Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Homeless and still have a name

I saw the eyes of hell and still stand to tell about it
I walked the path to nowhere and still know where I am
I spoke my peace and still have more to say
I lived another life and still find one here
I cried for peace and still weep for more
I sleep exposed to the elements and still wake in the streets
I beg so I will eat and still will not be full
I dress to be warm and still feel the cold
I hide from stares and still am judged
I am homeless and still I have a name


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Hello

It does not matter that my name is Hank, I am the homeless man you see walking to the meal that has no reservation.
My coat is all I have but it carries many necessities for this journey.
Makes no difference I made a living wearing a suit, I was not born on the street. My life twisted into a direction without a map or exit sign.
I do not shave but I try to keep as clean as possible, I do not look at people anymore, they do not exist to me here. I am the homeless man with no name; they turn their heads and carry on. I will not let them exist to me anymore. This is all I have, no more questions, no more tears, just the journey to nowhere.
Forgotten? Maybe!
Alive? Yes! Here I am God, waiting for the purpose of this journey.
I only exist to myself, so here I walk to the meal with no reservation... alone.

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